To have and to hold…in sickness and in health…for as long as we both shall live.
I’m sure when my husband spoke those words nineteen years ago he had no idea he’d have to deal with the “in sickness” part of it so early in our life together. We were both active-duty military, both strong-bodied and strong-willed.
Fast-forward about fourteen years, and everything started going haywire. When I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, it was almost a relief. After a couple of years of worrisome symptoms and no answers, it was good to finally put a name to what was wrong with me. For about six months I was extremely ill and barely left the house, but he never once wavered in his commitment to me and to our marriage.
I’m happy to report that I’ve learned the things that help me live a fairly normal life now, but I still…
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